4.17.2008

Our Golden Boy

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay

10 comments:

They call me Annie said...

Thanks and love to Terry for helping me discover this beautiful poem.

Jess said...

Annie thank you for sharing this beautiful site with me. Think of you often. Take care LOVE YOU BOTH Jess



�Happiness, that grand mistress of the ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.�

Anonymous said...

Annie- I'm so glad I found you! You are a light in my life. Our son's will shine forever...(I'm trying to write you as I speak).

Love Always, Terry

jeany said...

Sis. Link,
You were my AMAZING relief society adviser a few years ago in the 150th ward. I send you my condolences for the loss of you son. I remember you spoke about him often. My old roommates, who were also in the ward, send you their love as well. God bless you and your family! Thank you for your example!

Love,
Erica Lee, Maggie (Cremeniuc) Hewlett, Vanessa (Chase) Jenkins, Jessica (Aquino) Greenfield, Jeanine Curtis.

jeff@sally said...

I love this blog site. So positive even amidst the pain of losing your precious boy. I lost my oldest boy (age 10) last July and know how hard it can be to remain positive. :)

Sal

Randy Smith said...

Seven years ago, our son died—he was 18
He’s 25 now
We pray that he’s happy; that he is accomplishing much good for himself and those around him
We know that loved ones are there helping him and he is helping them

We remember him every day
We miss him every day and look forward
Who he was, who he is, the man he will become
When we next see him

Life goes on; but it seems like it shouldn’t
There’s that hole in our hearts that never heals
An emptiness that is now part of us
We’re missing one of our children

Gavin . . . James . . .
Our biggest joy is to hear their names

We ask you our friends and family to say their names
To talk about our sons
Don’t think that we want to forget
We want to remember. Our joy is remembering


Annie & Greg,

I love your site Annie . . . celebrating the joys of life and family.
Remembering Gavin and looking forward with faith.

Carol and I think about you and Gavin often.

Love,

Randy Smith

shelly said...

That's the most beautiful thing I've read, Randy. Thank you so much for sharing so others could read it.

I'm Natalie. said...

How'd you hold up today mom? I wish we could have talked. My heart is holding yours. I love you!

squish-shine said...

HOPE
(written for annie)
a. sun shine
4/18/08

"Death is not the end
just a change of worlds."
Old voices rise from red dust,
among high cool canyons walls
and tell me so...

Ocean waves of light
greet him
as he steps onto
eternal beaches.

Who knows who greeted him,
who heard his first laughter
in those high majestic halls...

Was he afraid? I ask myself.
No, I reply, no not even in
thought.
Did he hesitate? I think.
No, I think. Did he ever
hesitate in this life?

And when he saw the task ahead? Did he doubt it could be done?
No, I whisper. Because "Death
is not the end just a change of
worlds."

Would he not be as strong there as he was here??

Today, I stand still...
watching oceans and beach,
they will pass away.

Dwelling in light that is
shadow to a
supreme light.

The hope is
that those eternal beaches
will not be empty,
and that alone I will
not take my first steps there.

Hope will become truth
when I change worlds...and
Familiar laughter will ring the halls of heaven.
My Hope dwells in ocean waves of
light.

They call me Annie said...

Randy-Thank you for your beautiful words. You, of course, understand so fully. You and Carol have been in my prayers through all these years and now, for this season, you're the ones giving me comfort. I'm so grateful for your understanding hearts. So grateful.